I try and feel the sunshine You bring the rain You try and hold me down With your complaints You cry and moan and complain You whine an tear Up to my
I been thinkin' 'bout Thinkin' 'bout sex Always hungry for somethin' That I haven't had yet Maybe baby you got somethin' to lose Well, I got somethin',
I know you're showin' Showin' what you're needing Well does your momma know where you are The way you're dancing, I know you're out to please me You
I can't stop thinkin' Thinking 'bout sinkin' Sinkin' down into my bed I call my mother She's just a cunt now She said I'm sick in the head She said you
Ooh (x3) Well, she's all geared up, walkin' down the street And I can feel the slime, drippin' down her sleeve Well, you can't refuse and you just can
All the love in the world couldn't save you Or the innocence inside You know I tried so hard to make you To make you change your mind And it hurts too
Yeah! Attitude 'tsa fuckin' attitude I can't believe what ya say to me You got some attitude Inside that bitter brain There's gotta be a whore If you
Buick Buick Buick Mackane will ya Buick Mackane will ya be my girl Oh, be my girl Rainy lady Queen of the rock will ya Queen of the rock will ya
Diamonds and fast cars Money to burn I got my head in the clouds I got these thoughts to churn Got my feet in the sand I got a house on the hill I got
Sweet little lady, don't you get crazy. Bring it back home to me. Woman little standing, dreaming to forget him. Bring it back home to me. When? Why wonder
When all is said and done We're not the only ones Who look at life this way That's what the old folks say But every time I see them Makes me wish I had
It don't really matter You'll find out for yourself No it don't really matter You're gonna leave these thing to Somebody else If they missionaries Real
It don't really matter You will find out for yourself No, it don't really matter You're gonna leave this thing to somebody else. If they where missionaires
Perfect Look At Your Game, Girl Originally Recorded.....[ I think you all know the story on this one, so lets leave it uncredited since GNR wanted it that way. ] Vocals: W. Axl Rose Acoustic Guitar: W. Axl Rose
Oh baby, pretty baby Oh honey, you let me down honey I ain't playin' childhood games no more I said it's time for me to even the score So stake your claim
Hey you caught me in a coma And I don't think I wanna Ever come back to this... world again Kinda like it in a coma 'Cause no one's ever gonna Oh, make
Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker he just do
Sick of this life Not that you'd care I'm not the only one with whom these feelings I share Nobody understands, quite why we're here We're searchin' for
